Hanging out with the guys on Sunday afternoon was more fun than I could stand. I'd already been over to Columbus Street where I needed to do small things that felt big, so coming home to share wine, Rick Steves, the Saints, and playing with Louie boy made my day. I returned expecting the Saints to be going full blast since I was late. But, RIck Steves was in Paris...and so were we. RIck was on his way to Italy and soon the Saints were blasting away and on the road to victory. Louie and I played toss and tug of war with his stuffed puppy toy almost till bedtime, but look at that face...could you resist? And I can tell you-we both slept the better for it!
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